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Julia: Did you see the news?

I Thought Pheasants Didn't Begin Until October, Charles Saxon, ca. 1966, Brooklyn Museum: Contemporary Art

Size: sheet: 13 7/8 x 15 3/4 in. (35.2 x 40 cm) mat (sheet mounted to): 15 1/16 x 18 1/4 in. (38.3 x 46.4 cm) Medium: Ink and crayon on paper mounted to paperboard mat

Untitled, Charles Saxon, Brooklyn Museum: Contemporary Art

Medium: Watercolor on paper

Julia had been one the named. Her name had been thrown in the bucket of who had been targeted and the police had done nothing. Jade was dead. Ledger was called a suspect. Lunara. Fucking Percy. 

It was too much. Her head was spinning and naturally, her feet led her to Charles’ dentist office. She pushed through the door, ignoring the calls from his receptionist and made her way right to his office. It was by luck, she presumed, that he was there and not with a patient. The door shut behind her and she paced the length of his office, not looking at him. Not saying a word. And then, finally, she stop and turned to look at him. “Jade is dead.” Her best friend was dead. She should be cleaning out her townhouse. “She’s dead.” She repeated, though neither needed to hear it again. She was in shock still from last night’s events. “It could have been me.” Her name had been on the list. If she hadn’t cancelled plans with Jade - it could have been either of them. Both of them. That’s when she broken and let out a sob, dragging down the door of his office as she slid to the floor. Julia wrapped her arms around her legs as she buried her head between her knees and let out another sob..